A/N - Do not own SoN or Aerosmiths song Love In An Elevator. Surprising?
Here's the second update, there's a couple more already written.
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Love In An Elevator
Time - 13:28
Ashley's PoV
We've been quiet for more than ten minutes and I'm getting bored. I do that easily. My therapist says it's because I have a restless mind and that mind always needs something to do. That was her saying in a nice way that I have ADD. So what? I like to do stuff and not sit around on my ass. Anyway, normally when I get bored I'd sing and play guitar but since I'm stuck in a frikken elevator that's not so easy. So I took my Iphone and used it to Google songs named elevator, surprisingly there's a lot of songs named that.
"Tell me that love is blind. I really need a girl like an open book, to read between the lines." I hum and look at Spencer who's now laying on her back with her hands under her head. I continue the song but now singing with a full voice. "Love in an elevator, livin' it up when I'm goin' down. Love in an elevator, lovin' it up till I hit the ground."
I can barely keep a straight face when I see Spencer looking at me like I have three heads.
"Could you not sing Aerosmith songs about elevators?" She says with a laugh.
"How about other bands with songs that has something to do with elevators, there's a lot you know?" I say seriously and she shoots me an amused smile.
"Really?"
"Yeah, check this." I say and hands her my phone and she watch over the research I've done.
"Flo Rida, Hot Hot Heat, Eminem, The Pussycat Dolls and so on all have songs named Elevator?" She reads from my list and hands me the phone back.
"Yeah..."
"That's disturbing. What ever happened to originality?" She chuckles.
"Right?" I say with a laugh and a comfortable silence fills the elevator again.
"Love in an elevator, livin' it up when I'm going down." Spencer hums after a while and I burst out laughing.
"Damn. Now it's stuck on my head and it's all your fault." Spencer says with a chuckle.
"Sorry." I say with a smile. "It's a pretty good song though."
"Oh! I found Flo Rida's version on YouTube." I say with snicker.
"Put it on."
Hey Girl you're comin' with me your comin' with me
Talk to me girl, let me tell you girl.
Got you stuck on my elevator.
Get it up. On my ehh o ehh oh.
Hey, my first flo step want a gold digging woman
Money cash flow all big faced honeys
Frontin' on the floor got them d-boys running
Shorty got both broke can't see what's comin'
Wear them apple bottoms, wear them apple bottoms honey
Dolce and Gabbana and she get up on my money
Louie Von
See the carrots on her wrist now she pimps bugs bunny
Used to date Kanye now she want me
While I got my juice wanna take my OJ
It ain't her birthday with her name on a cake
If I ever play for grade A
Got you stuck on my
On my elevator
Get it up, on my elevator
Check it out!
"Okay, that's enough! Shut it off." Spencer says with a laugh and I don't mind doing so.
"Yeah, that was not a particularly good song." I say with a chuckle.
"No. I'm pretty sure Flo Rida was talking about a different kind of elevator." Spencer states.
"Yeah." I laugh and so does she.
A noise cuts our laughter short and both of our heads shots to the top of the doors. Soon they crack open and a narrow gap shows. It's not more than 4 inches and you can see shoes on the floor outside the elevator. I guess we're stuck between two levels. Fun.
A man lays down on the floor outside and peeks in. Both me and Spencer are standing up now.
"Hey girls. I'm Aiden and me and my colleagues are getting you out of there." He starts and gives us a reassuring smile. "Are both of you okay?"
"Yes, we're fine." I say with a small smile and turn to Spencer. She's showing a frustrated expression and I take her hand, giving it a squeeze. She looks down on our hands and then up to me with a smile. She lets out a deep breath and relaxes. Pleased with calming her down I turn back to Aiden.
"How long do you think it'll take?" I ask him.
"We don't know. We're working on it."
"Do you know what the problem is?"
"Yeah, it's the electricity. But we're working on it and we will get you out in no time." He says but I'm sensing that his meaning of no time isn't anywhere near mine. I'm thinking it'll take a lot longer than he's saying actually. Not good.
"Do you need anything? Are you hungry or thirsty?" He asks after a moment of silence.
"A cup of coffee would be nice. What about you Spence?" I ask and turn to her.
Spencer's PoV
I'm snapped out of my thoughts by Ashley talking to me. Did she just call me Spence? No one calls me that. Well, except for my ex girlfriend.
"Spence?" There it is again and the way she says it with that husky voice of hers, makes my heart skip a beat. What did she ask me again? I turn to her with a confused expression and finds her smiling at me.
"Where did you go?" She ask with a chuckle.
"Oh, just...just kinda spaced." I say with a laugh.
"I noticed. So, do you want anything to eat or drink?"
"Yeah, a coffee would be good." I say finally turning to Aiden.
"Okay, two coffee coming up. Will you two be fine alone or do you want me to stay?" He asks with a smile.
"We'll be fine on our own. But can you maybe get my dad? He works on the eighteenth floor." I ask him
"Sure. What's his name?"
"Arthur Carlin."
"Okay. Two coffee and one Arthur Carlin coming up then." He says with a chuckle before disappearing.
"Well, at least we now know that they're planning on getting us out of her." Ashley says with a chuckle.
"Yeah, lucky us." I say and releases her and to sit down again.
"Hey, are you okay?" She asks concerned as she leans down in front of me.
" I'll be fine." I brush the question off. Actually I don't feel that bad anymore. I think most of the anxiousness has disappeared.
"You sure?" She says as she sits down beside me.
"Yeah, I'm good. Actually kind of great. I got the afternoon off since I'm stuck here. Free coffee and the company isn't all that shitty. I guess I shouldn't complain." I say and give her a sly grin.
"Isn't all that shitty?" She asks in mock hurt. "Well, I think the company is terrible. All annoying and ungrateful. I help her avoid a full panic-attack, she offends me by rejecting me and on top of this she lies about being married. You, Spencer Carlin, is a...quite interesting human being." She says with a smile.
"Thank you and you're not so bad yourself actually. And sorry about the whole married deal. Don't know what I was thinking. Guess...I don't know." I cringe.
"I do. You probably said it to distance yourself. You know I'm gay so saying things like that builds a wall between us. Either you're scared and freaked about me being gay or you're projecting. Or both. Or neither. What the fuck do I know?" Ashley says and stares at the wall straight forward.
She knows more than she thinks. She's pretty smart actually. Not that I am projecting, I am gay and I'm not scared of being so but maybe I was trying to distance myself from her. Can you blame me? She's intense as hell. In those few times she's touch me I felt more alive than I ever did before and it's scary. So she's right about me being scared and freaked out but not for the reasons she thinks. I can't exactly tell her either, it would sound ridiculous.
"I lied before." I whisper after a while and she turns her head to me.
"About what?" She asks with a curios look.
"About being gay." I say and throw a quick glance at her. She's smiling.
"I already knew that." She says like it's the most obvious thing ever. I turn my attention from the wall to her. Really? How could she have known that?
"How?" I ask incredulous.
"Well, my first clue was the way you looked at me when I walked into the elevator." She says with a chuckle.
"You noticed that, uh?" I ask blushing and looking away.
"It was kinda hard to miss." She says with a laugh.
"Yeah, sorry about that."
"Don't be sorry, it was nice." She says genuine and gives me a smile.
"So, what was the other clues?" I ask after a couple of moments of silence.
"Uh...the fact that you kissed me back."
"But that could've been a moment of weakness. I was riled up about being stuck here and I needed the comfort." I reason.
"Oh, please? You're so not fooling me. I have amazing gaydar." She says with a sly grin.
"Yeah?"
"Yes. I know you're gay and not just bi either. You're a full blown lesbian." She says still smiling sly.
"Oh, you got me. I'm busted." I say dramatic and she chuckles.
"Yeah. I'm pretty good at that. It's one of my skills." She says after a while turning her attention back to the wall.
"What? Knowing when people are gay?"
"Yeah and reading people."
"You're a people reader?" I ask curious. I actually don't doubt that she's good at reading people. She's seen through all my lies and she doesn't even know me.
"Don't sound so surprised."
"I'm not surprised. I'm intrigued." I say sincere.
"Yeah?"
"Yes, do me?" I ask with a smirk. Double meaning? Yeah, it's possible.
"What?" She asks frowning at me "You don't want me to do that?" She continues.
"Pweeease." I whine and pout.
"Okay. But you asked for it." She says chuckling and thinks for a couple of minutes before turning around, facing my profile.
"Well...where to start?" She begins with a slight smile. "Like you said, born in Ohio, probably a small town. Had a perfectly fine childhood, you said you had two brothers and my guess is that you're the youngest. You're parents were, notice the were, great together and they probably moved your family to L.A. because of work. My guess, your mothers work. After moving here high school wasn't as easy as before. During high school you found out you were gay, fell in love for the first time, came out to your parents. Your mother, who's a very religious person, didn't sit well with that. Your father didn't care, he loves you no matter who you are. Long story short, your parents begun to fight a lot more after that and eventually got divorced. You blame yourself, even though your father tells you not to. You and your mother rarely talk anymore and I'm thinking your father have a new lady in his life..." She takes a deep breath after that and I just watch her frozen, then she continues. "What did I forget? Yeah! College. Yes, so you're parents were fighting, you were doing your best to please everyone around you. Straight A student, no doubt about that one. Anyway, you had the hugest crush on your college roommate but you never acted on it since you didn't want to cause anymore problems with your mother. Graduated with flying fucking colours and began to work immediately. You have an ex girlfriend, pretty resent too... And, the big sad finale, you have trust issues. You don't like getting close to people, probably because the ex cheated on you and the wounds haven't really healed yet. Not so strange since it was about two months ago, I'm guessing." Ashley finish with a sad smile and I'm just stunned. Amazed really.
"Wow..." Is the only word I can form and it makes her chuckle.
"So, how much was wrong?"
"Wow..." Is still the only word that comes out.
"What?" She asks with a frown.
"Give me a minute. I need to process this."
"You're freaky." I say after a while making her laugh.
"Nothing new."
"You know you just told my life story to me. To me. How the fuck did you do that?" I ask in amazement and she laughs.
"It's not that hard really. I just listen to people and observe them."
"But how did you know about my ex and about my mother. And about my grades and...yeah, everything really?"
"Well, lets..." Ashley begins but gets interrupted.
"Ladies! Here's you coffee. And Miss. Carlin, your father is in a meeting. We'll get a hold of him a soon as he gets out." Aiden says appearing in the small gap.
Ashley stands up and takes the cups from his hands, giving one to me.
"Everything's still fine down here? No one's feeling claustrophobic or something like that?" He asks serious and Ashley gives me a look before answering for the both of us.
"Naw, I think we got it under control."
"Good. Just call me if you need me." He says before disappearing.
Ashley's PoV
I sat down again and took a big swig from my coffee.
"Oh sweet caffeine! How I missed you." I say and Spencer chuckles at me before sitting down, leaning against the wall opposite from me.
"You're weird." She sighs before taking a sip of her own coffee.
"Again, nothing new."
"Yeah, yeah. Now, explain how your freaky ability to know so much about someone you never met before?" She asks with a chuckle.
"Okay... Well, you told me that you were born in Ohio and I guessed a small town 'cause you seem to be a small town kinda gal."
"Why?" She asks with a head tilt, making me smile at her curiosity.
"I don't know actually. It's just there." I answer with a frown.
"Okay. What about my mother and me being the youngest child?"
"You being youngest was just a lucky guess and about your mother...well, about her work being the reason you moved was also a lucky guess. But the divorce and her having problems with you being gay was a feeling I got from you when you told me about yourself. You only mentioned what your father did for a living and were slightly uncomfortable when you said the word parents so yeah... And peoples problems about sexuality often has to do with either ignorance or religion. Or both. I had at least a 50% chance of getting it right." I finish with a smile.
"True. But how did you know I came out during high school?"
"High school is the years teenagers finds themselves I guess, and when you said high school your eyes showed sadness which got me to think that it was a hard time for you and it's never easy coming out or falling in love for the first time."
"Wow, you really do observe people. I never really thought about how easy it could be to read people if you actually pay attention to them." Spencer says with a smirk and I shrug in answer.
"So what about college? How did you know about me crushing on my roommate?"
"I had no idea about that one. I just guessed." I say with a laugh.
"Yeah? Well, you were right." She says sighing before continuing "How about my ex?"
"I don't know, something about you just screams resent break up. So, I guessed about the girlfriend but when I saw to look on you face I just got the feeling that it was a really bad break up, at least for you. You seemed angry and hurt. And trust issues is not rare after being cheated on and it takes time to heal." I say with a sad smile and she just nods in answer, staring at nothing. Now I feel bad for bringing it up.
"I'm sorry if I brought back bad memories." I say and give her a apologetic smile.
"No, it's okay. It just stings, you know?" She says and finally looks at me.
"Yeah, I do know. I've been where you are."
"You're wrong about one thing though."
"Yeah? What?" I'm not surprised. It's pretty easy to miss things actually.
"About my college roommate. I did act on the crush, but not until after college. The ex girlfriend is the college roommate."
"Aha. Well, I can't get everything right."
"No, that's true."
A comfortable silence fills the elevator after this.
"Hey Sis!" My head turns in the direction of the doors and I find my sister laying on the floor looking inside.
"Hey Ky. What's up?" I say as I stand up and walk the short distance to her.
"Nothing much. My plan was to head home early today but since my sister got stuck in an elevator that's out of the question." She says with a chuckle.
"It's okay, you can go home. It's not really like you can lay there on your stomach until someone gets us out of this dump."
"Naw, I think I'm gonna stick around for a while. There's this really hot guy out here. I think I'm gonna put my moves on him." I roll my eyes at her and hear Spencer chuckle behind me. Only Kyla would try to pick up a guy when her sister's stuck in an elevator.
"Spence, come here." She stands up and walks over to us "I'd like you to meet my stupid sister Kyla. Kyla, this is my inmate Spencer." I chuckle and both of them laugh along.
"Nice to meet you Spencer, even though the circumstances are pretty weird."
"Yeah, likewise." Spencer says with a laugh.
"Ashley's lucky to have someone keep her company in this mess."
"I'm the lucky one." Spencer says and gives me a genuine smile which I return with a nose crinkling one. Our eyes lock and everything else seems to fade away.
"Oh God! Only Ash manage to get stuck in an elevator with another lesbian. Damn, it doesn't matter where you go. They're drawn to you like you're some kind of magnet. They frikken flock around you!" Kyla exclaims. She always speaks before she thinks. Idiot.
"Kyla!"
"Wops! Sorry, I'm out of here." She shrieks and disappears.
I turn to Spencer and she has an amused expression on her face.
"They flock around you, uh?" She asks and I wave the question off. The word avoid rings in my head as I take a seat again.
"Is that how you get the girls? Using your people reading skill?" She says and when I look up at her she's still smiling amused.
"Uh...honestly?"
"Yes, of course."
"No. That would imply that I'm actually interested in the girl." I cringe at my own words. Wow, what a way to make me sound like a slut.
"So, you're a player?" She asks still smiling. I don't really know what to make of that smile.
"No."
"What happened to honesty?"
"I'm not a player."
"My guess is that you're a real womanizer. You do it for fun. No strings, just a good fuck. You like the challenge and the hunt. And I'm betting that you don't exactly stay for breakfast the morning after either." She says and I bury my face in my hands, embarrassment is an understatement. Not really that easy to run and hide in this fucking place. Damn, I hate this elevator.
"See, I can read people too." Spencer says with a chuckle before laying down on her back again and a silence fills our surroundings. The only thing you can hear is the people outside. Probably discussing how to get us out. When my regain my composure I lift my head from my hands and watch Spencer as she lays on the floor. Her eyes are closed and she looks pretty darn cute. I lay down beside her with a sigh.
Several minutes later she breaks the silence.
"Love in an elevator, livin' it up when I'm goin' down. Love in an elevator, lovin' it up till I hit the ground." She sings and we both burst out laughing.